It could have been worse?
Well I had quite the adventure last night.
The Point of Heading Out
It started out with heading to the NAC for the play Evita. I went by myself since none of my friends are the type to go see a play. The weather in Ottawa (Canada), as some might know, is horrible right now. We keep getting those dumps of snow from Texas. So, when I went out last night at around 18:30, I gave myself lots of time to go down the 417 and through downtown. I got there fairly quickly with an hour to spare before showtime at 20:00. Getting there wasn’t so bad; it was getting home that was the adventure.
The play is finished and it was pretty good! The review in the paper was right about one thing though — the lead’s voice is too shrill. That’s too bad 
Overall it was very entertaining and for someone who doesn’t know the story, it only took about 20mins to get what was going on 
The guy who played Che was soo good. His voice was amazing and he seemed to be really into his character. The actress who played Peron’s mistress should have been Eva I think; her voice was much better, but maybe not as strong.
Montréal?
After I got out of the bloody parking garage, I found myself on some street I didn’t know and the weather had gotten much worse as well. I couldn’t see any street signs for they were covered in snow, and the roads had more snow on them so everyone was fish-tailing everywhere. It’ll be fun to get home, I thought. That’s if I ever made it to the 417. When starting out on a street I didn’t know, it’s much harder to find where I should be going at night and with the heavy snow. I drove around for a long time looking for signs for the 417 or for Kent/Lyon street. I hate the one-way streets. Kent happens to be one, as well as the street I came off the 417 with. So I knew the street I was looking for was Lyon, and it shouldn’t be too hard to find it right? Guess it’s a lot harder than I thought. I tried to use my Blackberry but I couldn’t get coverage from the snow.
The first mini trip I took was on some random highway with signs telling me I was heading towards Montréal. Totally wrong direction for me. So I slipped and slid on the exit ramp and struggled to get back on the highway for the other direction. Now I was back in Ontario, and downtown again. It turns out, I was in the right vicinity the whole time, but I couldn’t see the street sign for ‘Lyon’ so I kept passing it. This morning, when I started back again, I found it no problem and saw all the streets I passed last night.
Stuck for good now…
Up there you may have noticed I said ‘morning’. Here is where it gets really fun and interesting! Sometime last night on my drive around Ottawa/Hull, I managed to cross the Portage bridge without even knowing it. I guess it’s because I couldn’t see the surrounding river below me, for the snow drifts were insane. I’m cruising down a street now that starts with M — I can’t see the rest of the sign. Now I think: Hey, I think I’m going the wrong again. I’ll turn around [again]. So I turn down some mystery street and I slid into a snowbank. I’m at a downward grade into the snowbank as well, so even if I could back my car out, gravity wouldn’t let me. My car is also a very low Sunfire with frontwheel drive. Great car for Canadian winters!
